Immediately he leaned closer, his brow furrowed. Everything lined up oddly well. The uncle was a low-profile man, never in the spotlight, never involved directly with the company or public-facing affairs. But he had a clean record, just enough wealth, and the kind of shadow that a man like Mr. B could easily hide behind.
Lovi's breath hitched.
"Could it be…?" he asked himself in disbelief.
He stood from his chair again, heart beginning to pound a little faster now. His mind was already connecting dots, drawing arrows and possibilities. The timing, the silence, the power behind the moves none of it made sense unless someone was trying very hard to stay anonymous.
He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a shaky breath, pacing again.
"There's no other way to actually get power quickly if not anonymously," he muttered under his breath, voice growing more certain. "And what better way than through a trusted family member no one pays attention to?"
